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The shore locks its arms around the unsettled waters,
the horizon is an ocean of blue, orange and red.
Squirming liquid runs across the sky as it mutters,
“I’m sizzling on a griddle like blue butter bled.”
The clouds are crumbling onto my geometric back,
no odd thoughts intrude to distract my attention
from the weight of the clouds, the sun staging an attack,
or constant screams reaming out my planned intention.
Venomous blue snakes swerve into the blend,
searching for bodies so they can taint their veins.
I hear the seagulls calling me to leap to the end;
“Why haven't you jumped off the bridge?” a voice complains.
A whirlwind strikes a pose inside my wretched brain;
people stampede to pick my arms and legs like flowers.
Screams, following my flight, tell me to remain
so they can peel off my petals and scrub me for hours.
The sky morphs into fierce fiery razors and they drop,
striking the land with resonant electric fury.
My ears bleed and suck at the sound so it will stop
but nothing ceases; flames, screams, or snakes…so I hurry.
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The shore locks its arms around the unsettled waters,
the horizon is an ocean of blue, orange and red.
Squirming liquid runs across the sky as it mutters,
“I’m sizzling on a griddle like blue butter bled.”
The clouds are crumbling onto my geometric back,
no odd thoughts intrude to distract my attention
from the weight of the clouds, the sun staging an attack,
or constant screams reaming out my planned intention.
Venomous blue snakes swerve into the blend,
searching for bodies so they can taint their veins.
I hear the seagulls calling me to leap to the end;
“Why haven't you jumped off the bridge?” a voice complains.
A whirlwind strikes a pose inside my wretched brain;
people stampede to pick my arms and legs like flowers.
Screams, following my flight, tell me to remain
so they can peel off my petals and scrub me for hours.
The sky morphs into fierce fiery razors and they drop,
striking the land with resonant electric fury.
My ears bleed and suck at the sound so it will stop
but nothing ceases; flames, screams, or snakes…so I hurry.
~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~
Author notes
I have worked with Schizophrenics. The things they do come up with!
I patterned this after what they were like.
Prompts: The Scream by Edvard Munch
Prompts also in the poem (but not stressed) the sun, seagulls and water
A contest entry
- -Bohemian Rhapsody- by sailor ptolema.
1100 points, ended October 9, 2008, 26 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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oh wow, this is quite disturbing, as i suspect you wanted it to be. Yes, i find that people on the fringes of society say the most interesting things .
thanks for entering.
pt
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It's a fantastic painting
...and your's is a very fine tribute to Munch!
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Very intriguing! Best wishes in your contest!


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hi joyce~
you've penned an amazingly wild piece, vividly abstract, like a painting coming to life. i like how you make this rhyme, which adds to the insanity whirling through my head! wonderful, this has me still looking at these words and trying to sort out what i'm seeing! nicely done!
~ tim






